Need


Sometimes the need is so intense, there is a fire in me that only Master C can extinguish, a hunger that only Master C can satiate, a thirst that only Master C can quench.

As I lie naked, exposed, and available, I yearn for the touch of His lips and His fingers exploring my body; stroking and caressing every inch of my skin, working their way into the folds and cervices of my cunt, teasing my nipples, making my juices flow, feeding my inner desire.

I long to feel His teeth bite down on my nipples. I yearn to feel His tongue work its way between my labia and flick over my clit. I hunger for His cock to be forced deep down my throat, or to feel it stretching and filling my cunt.

I need to feel His body on mine; His weight bearing down as He pins me to the bed, inviting my surrender.

So often, as much as I want to serve and please Master C, to be His attentive and dutiful submissive, all I really want is for Him to fuck me, to use me and to take His pleasure from me.

Each thrust of His cock, harder and more forceful than the last. His hands, first around my wrists, holding my hands above my head as His cock drives into me, then moving to cover my mouth as I start to moan, then, finally, tightening around my neck as the pressure inside Him begins to mount.

I crave the release that only He can give me, and the torment of the denial that He so effortlessly causes me to endure. That intense journey to the edge of the precipice that He takes me to, so expertly, then holds me there until I can endure no more.

Is it instinct that tells Master C when I simply have to given the release of orgasm? Is it the experience of our years together; the knowledge of my body and its responses. Is it some combination of both? I don’t care. All I know is that however Master C gets me to that point, that is where I desire to be; where I need to be.

And then He fucks me. Slow at first but building the pace, force and strength of His thrusts. Filling my cunt as it stretches around His cock. I receive Him as He takes me; using me for His pleasure and gratification. My body is Master C’s to use, and use it He does, with a raw intensity that leaves me helpless and, ultimately, leaves Him drained.

I yearn for the increasing tightness of His body, the deepening of His breathing, the increased frequency of His moans as His climax approaches.

I live for the moment of Master C’s release; the moment where He softly moans my name as His cock erupts inside me, filling me with a thick load of cum.

I long for the afterglow, when we snuggle together; His arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly against Him as His cum slowly begins to trickle out of me.

There are times when the only thing I need is for Master C to give me a bloody good seeing to; to lick me and fuck me, to take me an use me. This is one of those times where the need is upon me.

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11 thoughts on “Need

  1. Francis LaManna September 13, 2021 / 23:31

    You have some interesting musings. 🥰 Not a genre I’d typically follow but something you wrote peaked my interest. I will not reveal what that was but good luck with your blog and write on! 😊

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  2. naughty nora September 14, 2021 / 02:49

    You describe your need for him so well….this is so incredibly erotic.. thank you for sharing XOXO

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  3. Mrs Fever September 14, 2021 / 13:14

    I realize the question you posed was rhetorical, but I’ll answer it anyway: Desire is delightful in its own right, but I think the experience of years together makes everything so much more.

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  4. Lisa Stone September 14, 2021 / 16:30

    Master C is incredibly lucky that he has you, ready to give him everything that you write about here.

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    • Mòrag NicEanraig September 14, 2021 / 16:45

      He possibly wishes that sometimes I were a little less bratty about doing it, but yes, I believe you are right.

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  5. Kristan X September 17, 2021 / 15:17

    A very vivid (and very relatable) portrait of abject need. Was a pleasure to read!

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